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Falls
Failed. The word reverberates in his heart as Mablung stares down into the gorge, heedless of his companions' marvelling at the slain dragon Glaurung, whose body lies behind them near his slayer, Túrin Turambar. But where is Niënor? The Teiglin's rocks rend as razors. Even Niënor, hardened as steel, could not have survived them. He sighs heavily, his fingers tightening around the pommel of the black blade that had slain his friend as he stares into the foaming water that has swept the last of Húrin's childrenaway.
For one sinful instant, he wishes he could join them.